What Daddy knows...
Mommy's tired.
Mommy's burnt out.
Mommy doesn't want to be touched.
The kids are unruly.
The kids won't eat.
The kids are too sleepy to sleep.
The house is a disaster.
The laundry is still in the machine.
The dishes are still in the sink.
The diaper pail is overflowing.
What Daddy doesn't know...
The baby had a blast taking the clean diapers out of the box and throwing them around.
The 4-year old drew many pictures of the "hungry monster" eating a variety of foods.
All 3 girls played in the backyard and hid Easter eggs all over the grass, laughed, and smiled.
Mommy picked all 6 of the almost dead roses and put the petals in a basket for the 4-year old to play "wedding" and ran around sprinkling them all over the lawn.
The baby learned how to safely crawl off Mommy's bed.
Mommy watched both girls play "kitchen" together for the first time.
The baby took four steps alone.
The 4-year old read stories to the baby...and she listened to them.
Everyone had a mid-day dance party to Disney songs.
Mommy got to build a Lego restaurant with the 4-year old.
Mommy got to snuggle with the baby twice.
The baby learned how to master "more" and "done" in sign language.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
How Doth the Little Busy Bee
"Then Alice began looking about, and noticed that what could be seen from the old room was quite common and uninteresting, but that all the rest was as different as possible. For instance, the pictures on the wall next the fire seemed to be all alive, and the very clock on the chimney-piece (you know you can only see the back of it in the Looking-glass) had got the face of a little old man, and grinned at her."
Although life is completely different than it was before having kids, are there days when I feel the similarities? Physically, yes. Financially, no.
Today was like a Sunday double shift with a neverending rush. Every table was demanding, rude, unappreciative, never said 'please' or 'thank you' and not one gave me a tip. They ran my butt off so I could not attend to my other demanding tables, causing the rest of my station to also be mad at me. They all told me they hated me, punched and/or groped me, yelled at me, and yet as a manager, I had to keep my cool. I had fights to break up, belligerent people to cut off, food fights, never had a break, and only shoved food in my face while taking care of my crazy tables. At the end of my shift, I have no money, I'm completely wiped out, smelly, dirty, my back hurts, and I can't even afford to have a drink.
The only difference is now my customers never go home. I'll serve the exact same people again in the morning (and throughout the night), there's no cleaning crew, I'll never have a day off, I'll never have a paycheck, and yet I still love my job and those a-hole customers. Bring it, tomorrow. I'm crazy and I'm ready for you.
Although life is completely different than it was before having kids, are there days when I feel the similarities? Physically, yes. Financially, no.
Today was like a Sunday double shift with a neverending rush. Every table was demanding, rude, unappreciative, never said 'please' or 'thank you' and not one gave me a tip. They ran my butt off so I could not attend to my other demanding tables, causing the rest of my station to also be mad at me. They all told me they hated me, punched and/or groped me, yelled at me, and yet as a manager, I had to keep my cool. I had fights to break up, belligerent people to cut off, food fights, never had a break, and only shoved food in my face while taking care of my crazy tables. At the end of my shift, I have no money, I'm completely wiped out, smelly, dirty, my back hurts, and I can't even afford to have a drink.
The only difference is now my customers never go home. I'll serve the exact same people again in the morning (and throughout the night), there's no cleaning crew, I'll never have a day off, I'll never have a paycheck, and yet I still love my job and those a-hole customers. Bring it, tomorrow. I'm crazy and I'm ready for you.
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